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Pillow Fight!!!

Sascha having a read and a nap

I have been very fortunate to be involved in Tiny Owl Workshop's Pillow Fight project.
Developed by Tiny Owl creator, Sue, and launched at Brisbane Writers Festival, it's a lovely project pairing art and story, in a handy take-home pillow!

As an avid fan of bookish art, I got all warm and tingly to see this project develop, and got even warmer and tingly-er to be a part of it.
Check out the text below, and if you'd like a pillow of your own, get in touch with Tiny Owl for more info

The Silent Door

There is a door in my house that no-one speaks of. It stands
like a grand portrait at the end of the hall. It is unremarkable to look
at—plain oak, with an iron handle and key hole.

I have asked of the door only
once, and was met with a steely glare. ‘The lock is broke. The door cannot be
worked.’ The arc of scratches in the polished floor tells otherwise.

It has been four years since I
arrived at The House. Madame tells us we are lucky. Fortunate to have a roof over
heads, clothes on our back, and such a generous patron. We dust and sweep and
polish at the house, careful to be unseen and unheard until five when we stoke
the fireplace, draw back the beds, and are ushered to our room. Throughout the
day I find myself at the door, pressing my eye against the keyhole, only to be
rewarded with darkness.

At night there are whispers. They
speak my name into the dark - tell me stories of my life that was, and a life
that could be. At first they were soothing, gentle, and would blanket me in
sleep. But they have grown in urgency, until
my mind is filled with the door.

The voices are fervent tonight. My
skin ripples in anticipation as I push back the blanket and pad in stockinged
feet to the bedroom door. My hand braces the doorknob, I’m surprised to feel it turn. My head is
filled with whispers, and my eyes are drawn down the hall. For the first time,
I find it open. I slip out of the room towards the now-silent door.